101 things to do, I know.
A tendency to go go go.
But if you find your pace you slow,
I promise you won’t regret it.
My tables are covered, both of them.
The laundry room’s a dirty den.
May not our sorrows from these things stem.
For they are always with us.
Sit down to read a picture book.
Don’t fly through it—really look
At all the faces drawn inside
And at the little faces at your side,
Tomorrow is another day.
But for now, relax.
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